The Shawshank Redemption Quotes(Page 2)
[back in prison Andy is reading Brooks’ letter to the others]
Andy Dufresne: “I doubt they’ll kick up any fuss. Not for an old crook like me. PS. Tell Heywood I’m sorry I put a knife to his throat. No hard feelings. Brooks.”
Red: He should have died in here.
[referring to the shipment of library materials that has arrived]
Captain Hadley: What the fuck have you done? It’s a goddamn mess, I’ll tell you that.
Andy Dufresne: What’s all this?
Captain Hadley: You tell me, fuck-stick. They’re all addressed to you.
[Wiley holds out a letter to Andy]
Guard Wiley: Take it.
[Andy takes the letter, opens it and reads it out loud]
Andy Dufresne: “Dear Mr. Dufresne, in response to your repeated enquiries, the State has allocated the enclosed funds for your library project.”
[referring to the check]
Andy Dufresne: This is two hundred dollars.
[continues reading the letter]
Andy Dufresne: “In addition, the Library District has generously responded with a charitable donation of used books and sundries. We trust this will fill your needs. We now consider the matter closed. Please stop sending us letters.”
Captain Hadley: I want all this cleared out before the Warden gets back.
Andy Dufresne: Yes, sir.
Guard Wiley: Good for you, Andy.
Andy Dufresne: Wow. It only took six years. From now on, I’ll write two letters a week, instead of one.
Guard Wiley: Oh, I believe you’re crazy enough. Now you’d better get all this stuff out, like the Captain said. Now, I’m gonna go pinch a loaf. When I come back, this is all gone, right?
Andy Dufresne: Wow.
[as Wiley is in the bathroom, Andy rifles through the records and finds Mozart’s “The Marriage of Figaro” and starts playing it]
Guard Wiley: Andy, do you hear that?
[Andy then decides to lock Wiley in the bathroom, lock the room he’s in, turns on the prison’s PA system so the whole prison can hear the music]
Guard Wiley: Dufresne? Dufresne? Andy, let me out! Andy? Andy?
[we see everyone in the prison at a standstill as they listen to the music Andy’s playing]
Red: [narrating] I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singing about. The truth is, I don’t want to know. Some things are best left unsaid. I like to think they were singing about something so beautiful, it can’t be expressed in words and makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you, those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in a grey place dares to dream. It was like some beautiful bird flapped into our drab little cage and made those walls dissolve away. And for the briefest of moments every last man at Shawshank felt free.
[Norton and Hadley with some other guards try to unlock the door in the room Andy’s in]
Red: [narrating] It pissed the Warden off something awful.
Warden Norton: Open the door. Open it up! Dufresne, open this door! Turn that off! I am warning you, Dufresne. Turn that off!
[instead of turning off the record Andy turns up the volume and smiles]
Captain Hadley: Dufresne. You’re mine now.
[Hadley busts through the door and turn off the record player]
Red: [narrating] Andy got two weeks in the hole for that little stunt.
Captain Hadley: On your feet!
[two weeks later in the prison cafeteria]
Ernie: Hey, look who’s here. Maestro!
[Andy joins them]
Heywood: You…you couldn’t play something good, huh? Hank Williams or something?
Andy Dufresne: They broke the door down before I could take requests.
Snooze: Was it worth it, two weeks in the hole?
Andy Dufresne: Easiest time I ever did.
Skeet: Bullshit! There’s no such thing as easy time in the hole.
Snooze: That’s right. A week in the hole is like a year.
Ernie: Damn straight.
Andy Dufresne: I had Mr. Mozart to keep me company.
Floyd: So, they let you tote that record player down there, huh?
[Andy taps his head]
Andy Dufresne: It was in here.
[then his heart]
Andy Dufresne: And in here. That’s the beauty of music, they can’t get that from you.
Andy Dufresne: Haven’t you ever felt that way about music?
Red: Well, I played a mean harmonica as a younger man. Lost interest in it, though. Didn’t make much sense in here.
Andy Dufresne: Here’s where it makes the most sense. You need it, so you don’t forget.
Andy Dufresne: Forget that there are places in the world that aren’t made out of stone, that there’s a…there’s something inside that they can’t get to, that they can’t touch. It’s yours.
Red: What are you talking about?
Andy Dufresne: Hope.
Red: Hope? Let me tell you something, my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane. It’s got no use on the inside. You’d better get used to that idea.
Andy Dufresne: Like Brooks did?
[Red, looking angry, leaves the table]
[1957 Parole Hearings – Red enters the room]
1957 Parole Hearings Man: Sit down.
[Red takes a seat]
1957 Parole Hearings Man: It says here that you’ve served thirty years of a life sentence. You feel you’ve been rehabilitated?
Red: Oh, yes, sir. Without a doubt. And I can honestly say I’m a changed man. No danger to society here. God’s honest truth. Absolutely rehabilitated.
[we see Red getting a “Rejection” stamp in his parole file]
[after his parole rejection Red meets with Andy in the prison yard]
Red: Thirty years. Jesus, when they say it like that…
Andy Dufresne: You wonder where it went. I wonder where ten years went.
[there’s a pause and Andy hands Red a small box]
Andy Dufresne: Here. Little parole rejection present. Go ahead and open it. I had to go through one of your competitors, I hope you don’t mind. I wanted it to be a surprise.
[Red opens the box to find a harmonica]
Red: It’s very pretty, Andy. Thank you.
Andy Dufresne: Are you going to play it?
Red: No. Not right now.
[Andy enters his cell to settle in for the night he finds a poster of Marilyn Monroe and a note from Red
“A new girl for your 10 year anniversary. Red”
[then as Andy sits staring at the poster Red looks a his harmonica and half-heartedly plays it for a moment]
Red: [narrating] Andy was as good as his word. He wrote two letters a week instead of one. In 1959 the State Senate finally clued into the fact they couldn’t buy him off with just a two hundred dollar check. Appropriations Committee voted an annual payment of five hundred dollars just to shut him up. And you’d be amazed how far Andy could stretch it. He made deals with book clubs, charity groups. He bought remaindered books by the pound.
[as they are sorting through the books obtained by the money Andy received]
Heywood: Treasure Island. Robert Louis…
Andy Dufresne: Stevenson. Fiction, adventure. What’s next?
Red: I got here Auto Repair and…Soap Carving.
Andy Dufresne: Trade skills and hobbies. Goes under Educational, the stack behind you.
Heywood: The Count Of Monte Crisco.
Floyd: That’s Cristo, you dumb shit.
Heywood: By Alexandree…Dumass. Dumb-ass?
[Red laughs again]
Andy Dufresne: Dumb-ass?
[Heywood smiles and shows Andy the name written in the book]
Andy Dufresne: Dumas. You know what that’s about?
Andy Dufresne: You’ll like it, it’s about a prison break.
Red: We ought to file that under Educational, too, oughtn’t we?
Red: [narrating] The rest of us did our best to pitch in when and where we could. By the year Kennedy was shot, Andy had transformed a storage room smelling of rat turds and turpentine into the best prison library in New England, complete with a fine selection of Hank Williams.
[we see Heywood in the library singing along to Hank Williams as he listen to the music]
Red: [narrating] That was also the year Warden Norton instituted his famous “Inside-Out” program. You may remember reading about it. It made all the papers and got his picture in Look Magazine.
[we see Norton giving a speech at a press conference]
Warden Norton: No free ride. But rather a genuine, progressive advance in corrections and rehabilitation. Our inmates, properly supervised, will be put to work outside these walls, performing all manner of public service. These men can learn the value of an honest day’s labor, while providing a valuable service to the community and at a bare minimum of expense to Mr. and Mrs. John Q Taxpayer.
Red: [narrating] Of course, Norton failed to mention to the press that “bare minimum of expense” is a fairly loose term. There are a hundred different ways to skim off the top. Men, materials, you name it. And, oh, my Lord, how the money rolled in.
[as they walk through prisoners working outside the prison]
Ned Grimes: If this keeps up, you’re gonna put me out of business.
Warden Norton: Ned!
Ned Grimes: This pool of slave labor you’ve got, you can underbid any contractor in town.
Warden Norton: Ned, we’re providing a valuable community service here.
Ned Grimes: Well, that’s fine for the papers but I’ve got a family to feed. Sam. Sam, we go back a long way. I need this new highway contract. I don’t get it and I go under, that’s a fact. You just have some of this fine pie my missus made especially for you, and you think about that.
[he opens the edge of the pie box to reveal an envelope of cash tucked next to the pie]
Warden Norton: Ned, I wouldn’t worry too much about this contract. It seems to me I already got my boys committed elsewhere. You be sure and thank Maisie for this fine pie.
Red: [narrating] And behind every shady deal, behind every dollar earned, there was Andy, keeping the books.
[Norton enters his office where Andy is working on the books]
Andy Dufresne: Two deposits. Maine National and New England First. Night drops as always, sir.
[Andy and Norton walk over to the Norton’s vault hidden behind his wife’s needlepoint, Norton opens the vault and Andy places the records book in there]
Warden Norton: Get my stuff down to laundry. Two suits for dry-clean and a bag of whatnot.
Andy Dufresne: Yes, sir.
Warden Norton: Tell them they over-starch my shirts again they’re gonna hear about it from me.
Andy Dufresne: Yes, sir.
Warden Norton: How do I look?
Andy Dufresne: Very nice, sir.
Warden Norton: Big charity to-do up Portland way. The Governor’s gonna be there.
Andy Dufresne: Hm.
[pointing to the pie Ned had given to him earlier]
Warden Norton: You want the rest of this?
[he gives the pie box to Andy]
Warden Norton: Woman can’t bake worth shit.
Andy Dufresne: Thank you, sir.
[Andy and Red are returning the library books to the shelves as they eat the pie Norton gave to Andy]
Red: He’s got his fingers in a lot of pies from what I hear.
Andy Dufresne: What you hear isn’t half of it. He’s got scams you haven’t even dreamed of. Kickbacks on his kickbacks. There’s a river of dirty money running through this place.
Red: Yeah, but the problem with having all that money is that sooner or later you’re gonna have to explain where it came from.
Andy Dufresne: Well that’s where I come in. I channel it, filter it, funnel it. Stocks, securities, tax-free municipals. I send that money out into the real world and when it comes back…
Red: Clean as a virgin’s honey pot, huh?
Andy Dufresne: Cleaner. By the time Norton retires, I’ll have made him a millionaire.
Red: If they ever catch on, though, he’s gonna wind up in here wearing a number himself.
Andy Dufresne: Now, Red, I thought you had a little more faith in me than that.
Red: I know. I know you’re good, Andy, but all that paper leaves a trail. Now, anybody gets curious, the FBI, IRS, whatever, it’s gonna lead to somebody.
Andy Dufresne: Well sure it is, but not to me. And certainly not to the Warden.
Red: Alright, who?
Andy Dufresne: Randall Stevens.
Andy Dufresne: The silent silent partner. He’s the guilty one, Your Honor. The man with the bank accounts. It’s where the filtering process starts. If they trace anything, it’s just gonna lead to him.
Red: But who is he?
Andy Dufresne: He’s a phantom, an apparition. Second cousin to Harvey the Rabbit. I conjured him out of thin air. He doesn’t exist, except on paper.
Red: Andy, you can’t just make a person up.
Andy Dufresne: Well sure you can, if you know how the system works, where the cracks are. It’s amazing what you can accomplish by mail. Mr. Stevens has a birth certificate, a driver’s license, social security number.
Red: You’re shitting me?
Andy Dufresne: If they ever trace any of those accounts, they’re gonna wind up chasing a figment of my imagination.
Red: Well, I’ll be damned. Did I say you were good? Shit, you’re a Rembrandt!
Andy Dufresne: You know, the funny thing is, on the outside, I was an honest man, straight as an arrow. I had to come to prison to be a crook.
[Andy and Red are playing checkers in the prison yard]
Red: Ever bother you?
Andy Dufresne: I don’t run the scams, Red, I just process the profits. Fine line maybe, but I’ve also built that library and used it to help a dozen guys get their high school diploma. Why do you think the Warden lets me do all that?
Red: To keep you happy and doing the laundry. Money instead of sheets.
Andy Dufresne: Well, I work cheap. That’s the trade-off.
[we see another prison bus arriving with a batch of new prisoners]
Red: [narrating] Tommy Williams came to Shawshank in 1965 on a two-year stretch for B and E. That’s breaking and entering to you. The cops caught him sneaking TV sets out the back door of a JC Penney. Young punk. Mr. Rock’n’roll. Cocky as hell.
[as Tommy works along with the other prisoners]
Tommy: Hey, come on, old boys! Moving like molasses! You’re making me look bad.
Red: [narrating] We liked him immediately.
[as they are all sat in the prison cafeteria]
Tommy: So I’m backing out the door, right? Now I got the TV like this. It was a big old thing. I couldn’t see shit. Suddenly, I hears this voice. “Freeze, kid! Hands in the air.” Well, I just stand there, holding onto that TV. So, finally, the voice says, “Do you hear what I said, boy?” I say, “Yes, sir, I sure did. But if I drop this fucking thing, you got me on destruction of property, too.”
[the others laugh]
Heywood: Hey, you’ve done a stretch in Cashman, right?
Tommy: Yeah. Yeah, that was an easy piece of time, let me tell you. Weekend furloughs, work programs. Not like here.
Snooze: Sounds like you done time all over New England.
Tommy: Yeah, I’ve been in and out since I was thirteen. You name the place, chances are I’ve been there.
Andy Dufresne: Perhaps it’s time you tried a new profession.
[Tommy looks at him confused]
Andy Dufresne: What I mean is, you don’t seem to be a very good thief. Maybe you should try something else.
Tommy: Yeah, well, what the hell do you know about it, Capone? What are you in for?
Andy Dufresne: Me? The lawyer fucked me.
Andy Dufresne: Everybody’s innocent in here. Don’t you know that?
[the others laugh]
Red: [narrating] As it turned out, Tommy had himself a young wife and a new baby girl. Maybe it was the thought of them on the streets or his child growing up not knowing her daddy. Whatever it was, something lit a fire under that boy’s ass.
[Tommy approaches Andy in the prison library]
Tommy: I was thinking of maybe trying for my high school equivalency. I hear you helped a couple of fellas with that.
Andy Dufresne: I don’t waste time on losers, Tommy.
Tommy: I ain’t no goddamn loser.
Andy Dufresne: You mean that?
Andy Dufresne: You really mean that?
Tommy: Yes, sir, I do.
Andy Dufresne: Good. Because if we do this, we do it all the way. A hundred percent, nothing half-assed.
Tommy: The thing is, see, uh…I don’t read so good.
Andy Dufresne: Well. You don’t read so well. We’ll get to that.
[we see Andy teaching Tommy to read]
Andy Dufresne: R.
Andy Dufresne: S.
Andy Dufresne: T…
Red: [narrating] So Andy took Tommy under his wing. He started walking him through his ABC’s. Tommy took to it pretty well, too. The boy found brains he never knew he had.Before long, Andy started him on his course requirements. He really liked the kid. It gave him a thrill to help a youngster crawl off the shit heap. But that wasn’t the only reason. Prison time is slow time, so you do what you can to keep going. Some fellas collect stamps, others build matchstick houses. Andy built a library. Now he needed a new project. Tommy was it. It was the same reason he spent years shaping and polishing those rocks. The same reason he hung his fantasy girlies on the wall. In prison, a man will do most anything to keep his mind occupied. By 1966, right about the time Tommy was getting ready to take his exams, it was lovely Raquel.
[we see a giant poster of Raquel Welch now occupying Andy’s wall]
[Tommy is sitting his exam in the library overseen by Andy]
Andy Dufresne: Time. Well?
Tommy: Well, it’s for shit. I wasted a whole fucking year of my time with this bullshit.
Andy Dufresne: It’s probably not as bad as you think.
Tommy: Yeah, it’s worse. I didn’t get a fucking thing right. It might as well have been in Chinese.
Andy Dufresne: Let’s see how the score comes out.
Tommy: Yeah, well, I’ll tell you how the goddamn score comes out.
[he screws up his exam paper answers and throws it into the trash bin]
Tommy: Two points, right there! There’s your goddamn score! Goddamn cats crawling up trees! Five times five is twenty-five! Fuck this place! Fuck it!
[he storms out in anger and Andy retrieves Tommy’s screwed up paper from the trash bin]
Tommy: I feel bad. I let him down.
Red: Ah, that’s crap, kid. He’s proud of you. We’ve been friends a long time so I know him as good as anybody.
Tommy: Smart fellow, ain’t he?
Red: As smart as they come. Used to be a banker on the outside.
Tommy: What’s he in here for, anyway?
Tommy: The hell you say!
Red: You wouldn’t think it to look at the guy. Caught his wife in bed with some golf pro. Greased them both.
[Tommy looks shocked]
[Tommy recounts his tale to Andy and Red]
Tommy: About four years ago, I was in Thomaston on a two-to-three stretch. I stole a car. It was a dumb-fuck thing to do. About six months left to go, I get a new cell mate in. Elmo Blatch. Big, twitchy fucker. Kind of roomie you pray you don’t get. You know what I’m saying? Six-to-twelve, armed burglary. He said he’d pulled hundreds of jobs. Hard to believe, high-strung as he was. You’d cut a loud fart, he’d jump three feet in the air. Talked all the time, too. That’s the other thing, he never shut up. Places he’d been in, jobs he’d pulled, women he’d fucked. Even people he’d killed. People who gave him shit. That’s how he put it.
Tommy: So, one night, like a joke, I say to him, I say, “Yeah, Elmo, who’d you kill?” So he says…
[in flashback we see Elmo replying to Tommy]
Elmo Blatch: I got me this job one time bussing tables at a country club. So I could case
all these big rich pricks that come in. So I pick out this guy, go in one night and do his place. He wakes up. He gives me shit. So I killed him. Him and this tasty bitch he was with.
[Elmo starts laughing]
Elmo Blatch: That’s the best part. She’s fucking this prick, see, this golf pro. But she’s married to some other guy, some hotshot banker. And he’s the one they pinned it on.
[Andy, looking shocked, leaves to tell Norton]
[in Norton’s office after Andy’s told him about Tommy’s story]
Warden Norton: I have to say that’s the most amazing story I ever heard. What amazes me most is you were taken in by it.
Andy Dufresne: Sir?
Warden Norton: Well, it’s obvious this fella Williams is impressed with you. He hears your tale of woe and quite naturally wants to cheer you up. He’s young, not terribly bright. Not surprising he wouldn’t know what a state he’d put you in.
Andy Dufresne: Sir, he’s telling the truth.
Warden Norton: Well, let’s say, for the moment, this Blatch does exist. You think he’d just fall to his knees and cry, “Yes, I did it! I confess! Oh, and by the way, add a life term to my sentence”?
Andy Dufresne: You know that wouldn’t matter. With Tommy’s testimony I can get a new trial.
Warden Norton: Well that’s assuming Blatch is even still there. The chances are excellent he’d be released by now.
Andy Dufresne: Well, they’d have his last known address, names of relatives. There’s a chance, isn’t there?
[Norton shakes his head]
Andy Dufresne: How can you be so obtuse?
Warden Norton: What? What did you call me?
Andy Dufresne: Obtuse. Is it deliberate?
Warden Norton: Son, you’re forgetting yourself.
Andy Dufresne: The country club will have his old timecards, records, W-2’s, with his name on them.
Warden Norton: Dufresne, if you want to indulge this fantasy, that’s your business. Don’t make it mine. This meeting is over.
Andy Dufresne: Sir, if I were to ever get out, I would never mention what goes on in here. I’d be just as indictable as you for laundering that money.
[Norton rises and slams his hand on his desk in anger]
Warden Norton: Don’t ever mention money to me again, you sorry son of a bitch! Not in this office, not anywhere!
[presses the button his intercom]
Warden Norton: Get in here, now.
Andy Dufresne: I’m just trying to set your mind at ease, that’s all. Sir, I didn’t mean…
[two guards enter Norton’s office]
Warden Norton: Solitary. A month!
Guard: Yes, sir.
Andy Dufresne: What’s the matter with you?
Warden Norton: Get him out of here.
[Andy gets dragged away by the two guards]
Andy Dufresne: This is my chance to get out! Don’t you see? It’s my life! Don’t you understand? It’s my life!
Warden Norton: Get him out! Get him out!
Andy Dufresne: This is my life! No!
[in the prison yard]
Floyd: A month in the hole. It’s the longest damn stretch I ever heard of.
Tommy: It’s all my fault.
Red: Oh, bullshit. You didn’t pull the trigger and you certainly didn’t convict him.
Heywood: Red, are you saying that Andy is innocent? I mean, for real innocent?
Red: Well it looks that way.
Heywood: Sweet Jesus. How long has he been here now?
Red: 1947. What is that? Nineteen years.
Ernie: Nineteen years.
[as the prisoners are getting their post]
Guard: Williams, Thomas.
Tommy: Yeah, over here.
[the envelope gets passed down to Tommy]
Red: What you got? “Board of Education.”
Tommy: The son of a bitch mailed it.
Red: Looks like he did. You gonna open it or you gonna stand there with your thumb up your butt?
Tommy: Thumb up my butt sounds better.
[suddenly Skeet takes the envelope and passes it around playfully]
Tommy: Hey, Skeet, come on. Give me that, you shithead. Floyd, come on.
Snooze: Over here, over here!
[Snooze passes it to Red]
Tommy: Snooze! Red! Come on, will you throw that away, please?
[Red opens the envelope and reads the letter]
Red: Well, shit.
[a guard delivers Andy his food]
Elderly Hole Guard: The kid passed. C+ average. Thought you’d like to know.
[Andy smiles to himself]
[as Tommy is mopping the prison corridor a guard approaches him]
Guard: The Warden wants to talk.
[the guard takes Tommy outside the prison walls]
Tommy: Out here?
Guard: That’s what the man said.
[the guard leaves and Tommy walks over to Norton]
Warden Norton: Tommy. Tommy, I’m asking you to keep this conversation just between us. I feel awkward enough as it is.
[he offers Tommy a cigarette and lights it up for him]
Warden Norton: We got a situation here. I think you can appreciate that.
Tommy: Yes, sir. I sure can.
Warden Norton: I tell you, son, this thing really came along and knocked my wind out. It’s got me up nights, that’s the truth. The right thing to do. Sometimes it’s hard to know what that is. Do you understand? I need your help, son. If I’m going to move on this, there can’t be the least little shred of doubt. I have to know that what you told Dufresne was the truth.
Tommy: Yes, sir. Absolutely.
Warden Norton: Would you be willing to swear before a judge and jury having placed your hand on the Good Book and taken an oath before Almighty God himself?
Tommy: Just give me that chance.
Warden Norton: That’s what I thought.
[Norton pats Tommy on the arm, puts out his cigarette, looks up, and walks away, Tommy looks at the same spot and sees Hadley with a rifle who shoots Tommy four times]
[Andy still in solitary gets a visit from Norton]
Warden Norton: I’m sure by now you’ve heard. A terrible thing. A man that young, less than a year to go, trying to escape. It broke Captain Hadley’s heart to shoot him. Truly, it did. We just have to put it behind us. Move on.
Andy Dufresne: I’m done. Everything stops. Get someone else to run your scams.
Warden Norton: Nothing stops. Nothing.
[Norton leans in closer to Andy]
Warden Norton: Or you will do the hardest time there is. No more protection from the guards. I’ll pull you out of that one-bunk Hilton and cast you down with the Sodomites. You’ll think you’ve been fucked by a train. And the library? Gone. Sealed off, brick by brick. We’ll have us a little book barbecue in the yard. They’ll see the flames for miles. We’ll dance around it like wild Indians. You understand me? Catching my drift? Or am I being obtuse?
[to Hadley as Norton turns to leave]
Warden Norton: Give him another month to think about it.
[Hadley closes and locks the cell]
[Andy is sat on the ground in the prison yard when Red joins him]
Andy Dufresne: My wife used to say I’m a hard man to know. Like a closed book. Complained about it all the time. She was beautiful. God, I loved her. I just didn’t know how to show it, that’s all. I killed her, Red. I didn’t pull the trigger, but I drove her away. And that’s why she died, because of me. The way I am.
Red: That don’t make you a murderer. A bad husband, maybe. Feel bad about it if you want to, but you didn’t pull the trigger.
Andy Dufresne: No, I didn’t. Somebody else did, and I wound up in here. Bad luck, I guess.
Andy Dufresne: It floats around. It’s gotta land on somebody. It was my turn, that’s all. I was in the path of the tornado. I just didn’t expect the storm would last as long as it has.
Andy Dufresne: Do you think you’ll ever get out of here?
Red: Me? Yeah. One day, when I’ve got a long white beard and two or three marbles rolling
around upstairs, they’ll let me out.
Andy Dufresne: I tell you where I’d go. Zihuatanejo.
Andy Dufresne: Zihuatanejo. It’s in Mexico. A little place on the Pacific Ocean. You know what the Mexicans say about the Pacific?
Andy Dufresne: They say it has no memory. That’s where I want to live the rest of my life. A warm place with no memory. Open up a little hotel, right on the beach. Buy some worthless old boat and fix it up new. Take my guests out charter fishing.
Red: Zihuatanejo, huh?
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